As Maria uttered the name of God, a profound transformation began to unfold. The world around her slowed, and with a commanding voice, she banished Lucifer's demons, including the formidable Behemoth, with a simple "Begone!" Her voice resonated throughout the building, leaving a trail of exorcised demons in its wake.Asmodeus, frozen in awe, witnessed Maria's transfiguration. Her face glowed with an ethereal light, and the ground beneath her seemed to fade away, as if she were ascending to a higher realm. Sister Cassandra, emerging from the backstage after defeating Deliah, beheld Maria's glorious metamorphosis and fell to her knees, uttering the revered words, "Holy Mary, full of Grace."Lutan, realizing the true identity of the once-mortal Maria, lunged at her with desperation, attempting to strike her down before she transcended her physical form and became a divine being known as a Transcendant. Mammon, breaking free from the rubble, watched in wonder as Maria's transformation unf
Michael stood tall before the Fallen Merged Archdemons, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. As he began to levitate, the three Merged Archdemons - Lutan, Balphegar, and Madeus - stood their ground, ready for whatever Michael would do next. With a swift motion, Michael's Saber manifested in his hand, its bright white blade exuding an unimaginable amount of pure, just aura. "Come on, you guys," Michael taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't be scaredy cats. Let's go on a little flight test. That is, if you can catch me without your original angel wings. I hope you aren't still pissed off about how I ripped them off your backs one by one." The three Merged Devils seethed with rage, their eyes blazing with fury. They knew Michael was rage-baiting them, but teasing them with their most humiliating defeat was all they needed to go into a murdering frenzy. With a collective snarl, they summoned all their power and lunged at Michael, who flew high up in the air to both eva
On a cold rainy night as thunder roared and lightning flashed, I was awakened from my slumber not because of the storm outside. My internal chaos in the form of a reoccurring nightmare forced a bold and strong 23-year-old man like me to wake up in an all-sweaty frenzy feeling very disoriented. I rose from my bed and went to my balcony to drench myself in the unforgiving rain hoping it would cool down the heat of my inner turmoil. The name is Daniel Forge, and you wouldn't believe how messed up my life was. From a distance, it looked like I was successful and had it all. I was the youngest and most successful detective in my city. I solved cases with almost zero clues like a real-life Sherlock Holmes with a supernatural upgrade. Being the best was supposed to make me feel better, right? How could the best live knowing full well that there was still one unsolved mystery? That mystery was my greatest tragedy. It was the first crime I witnessed, the reason I became a detective in the f
The next day, I woke up feeling energized and refreshed, thanks to the cold rain. I'd learned to embrace my unusual abilities, which set me apart from others. I could withstand extreme temperatures, tap into people's memories, and even compel them to confess their darkest secrets. These "cheat codes" had propelled me to become the youngest Chief Detective in the city, with international cases under my belt.As I prepared for the day, I awaited the arrival of my trusted friend and colleague, Chris Dain. He was the only one I could confide in, especially since my mom's disappearance had left me with severe trust issues. Deli, my former babysitter, had claimed I imagined the whole ordeal, and I couldn't forgive her for that.As I thought about Deli's betrayal, my blood boiled. I had blocked her out of my life, just as she had done to the memory of my mom's disappearance. But recently, my recurring nightmares had revealed a new clue – the face of the man who vanished with my mom. I had
On Friday at precisely 2 pm, Samson Forge, a man with piercing dark eyes, full pink lips, a small, flat nose, and a chiseled jawline, walked into his favorite coffee shop. He moved with an air of confidence, his every step deliberate and graceful. As he sat down and ordered his usual diet, I watched him from the table behind, my eyes fixed on his every gesture. I seethed with anger at how serene he seemed, sipping his coffee with the elegance of a royal dinner. Each sip was a slow, deliberate movement, as if savoring a fine wine. He took his time, seemingly oblivious to the world around him, like he had all the time in the world.The atmosphere in the coffee shop was cozy, with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of conversation filling the air. But for me, it was a torture chamber. Breathing the same air as Samson Forge repulsed me to my core. How could a man so refined, so graceful, be the same devil who had torn my family apart? He had disappeared with my mom's unco
As I sprinted across the road, my eyes fixed on Samson's retreating figure, I didn't notice the truck barreling down on me. Suddenly, the screeching tires and blaring horn snapped me back to reality. I froze, my heart racing, as the truck bore down on me. Time seemed to slow as I realized I wouldn't make it across.In a split second, my adrenaline kicked in, and I dropped flat on the ground, my palms scraping against the rough asphalt. The truck's underside brushed against my hair, the metal scraping against my scalp, sending shivers down my spine. The smell of burning rubber and hot metal filled my nostrils as the truck screeched to a halt mere inches from my face.The driver's panicked voice echoed through the air, "Oh my God, are you okay?" Chris's concerned face appeared beside me, "Dan, are you alright?" I ignored them both, my gaze fixed on the spot where Samson had stood just seconds ago. But he was gone. Again.I felt a sense of disbelief wash over me. How did he keep pulling
I drove solo, the GPS leading me to the designated location. The silence in the car was deafening, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the occasional crackle of the radio. I felt a pang of guilt for not confiding in Chris, my trusted partner and friend. But I couldn't bear the thought of putting him in harm's way, not when I suspected Samson was a psychotic serial killer with a penchant for violence.As I navigated the deserted roads, my mind raced with thoughts of revenge. I was no longer the calm, collected detective, but a son seeking justice for his mother's abduction. I was Daniel Forge, driven by a fierce determination to confront the monster who had destroyed my family.My heart raced with anticipation, my grip on the steering wheel tightening as I envisioned the impending showdown. I wanted our first encounter to be a bloody, brutal fight. I had murder on my mind, and I was ready to unleash my fury on Samson. I wasn't facing him as the best detective in the city;
I confronted Samson, my eyes blazing with fury. "Tell me the truth," I growled, my voice low and menacing. "Where is my mother?"Samson smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, Daniel. You really don't want to know the truth."My grip on his collar tightened. "I have a right to know," I snarled, my teeth clenched.Samson shrugged. "You don't have the heart to bear it, Daniel. Trust me, it's better this way."My face twisted in rage. "You're lying bastard!" I bellowed, shoving him against the wall. "You're hiding something from me! Tell me the truth!"Samson's expression turned cold, his patience wearing thin. "Enough, Daniel," he snapped, pushing me away. "You're like a dog with a bone. You just won't let it go."My eyes flashed with anger. "I won't let it go because you're hiding something from me!" I shouted, my fists clenched.Samson's smile was icy. "Very well, Daniel. If you want to know the truth so badly, let's settle this once and for all." He cracked his knuckles, a me